Romans & histoires The Queen Of The Night

"No, we don't have that ability. Only the original can do that. She's the beginning of our kind anyway. They call her the Phantom Queen and she is eternal, at least that's what they say. She can manifest her essence in her chosen descendant throughout the centuries hence why they call her the Phantom——something that cannot be seen but she still remains in this world." "So she still exists up to this day? Where is she now?" I sighed, scooting closer and cuddled her on my side. "Nowhere. She'd been long gone since the War of the Triad began eight hundred years ago. Let's say we are indeed a 'cult'. And we were united before under the Phantom Queen Silva who was chosen by the Essence of the Ori

she replies. The Queen watches her in the mirror, her expression thoughtful but proud. “You will be ready when the time comes,” she says calmly. Outside, the footsteps return. Closer this time. Heavier. Not hurried in joy, but driven by urgency. A murmur rises in the corridor. Low voices. Sharp whispers. Still, inside the chamber, no one pays attention. “Bring the jewels,” the Queen orders. A servant rushes forward with a small carved box, placing it carefully on the nearby table. The lid opens to reveal rows of glittering pieces, gold and gemstones catching the morning light.

I asked back. "There is the basement, you have been there and I don't think you like it. There is this floor which we already saw and three other floors, they are mainly bedrooms. The third and fourth floor is for high ranks and other guards, I don't think you have been there before," Antonio said. "No I haven't but we can take these floors tomorrow, I am a little tired," I said. "Of course queen, let me escort you back to your room," Antonio said and I yawned and nodded at him.

Nathan instructed, then shut the window with a smile. The title of the play was ‘Hail the Queen of Greos.’ As expected for a daytime performance, the theatre was sparsely filled, echoing with the subdued murmurs of a modest audience. The play unfolded a tale of a young queen whose military and economic might rivalled kingdoms ruled by men. Her face was veiled, concealing a beauty gifted from birth by Calithia, the goddess of beauty—a sight that, once glimpsed, drove even the bravest of men to madness. The queen found herself ensnared in a web of obsession: a powerful king who saw her as his saviour, a pope from a rival nation who twisted his longing for her into accusations of witchcraft, an

She was afraid of getting sleep because of the nightmares, but with the tea and her mate's scent, she was lured into a deep sleep. Her eyes had been swollen and puffy from crying, and visible dark circles were under her eyes, confirming the sleepless night she had been having. Avivit touched the Queen and detached her hand quickly, feeling the coldness of the Queen's soul seeping into her body. The darkness of hell had marked the Queen. That was why her nightmares were constantly revolving around what made her happy. She told the King what happened, and the King commanded to shift the day of the announcement forward so they could make the rites and the announcement together.

If she were at the bottom of a black abyss, among the ancient monsters, she wouldn't be as sad as in the palace filled with people having fun. Every morning she was woken up without getting enough sleep, dressed up like a doll, giving eternal instructions on etiquette, from which, over time, Nocté began to shiver. As soon as her eyes darkened, it was instantly reproached with a reminder her of her nature. It didn't matter if she had legs or not — the queen still remained a stranger to others, a wild and dangerous creature. Behind her back, she heard the whispers of the courtiers - the bad rumors with which they frightened their children, saying that their queen turns into a sea sorceress at

Blushing and giggling in between her hisses, she stands walking closer to her, as she could see the queen that she embodies, as she introduces herself. “A reflection of time, but not the owner of it, I who holds the dark side and is the queen of the night. I give my respect towards the seer, royal by blood, but doom by birth, yet blessed by destiny. I humbly present myself towards the princess, for I sin of Lust at your death’s door.”

He told me the bigger picture was not important, and we needed to only understand why we were doing it. After that it became easy and in the end, Aliyana set me free to an extent. She was unyielding, like a true queen. If not for her ancestor's mistakes, she would be an actual queen, but she hid in secret, the Queen of Night. Like the rest of us, there was no choice given to her, no other option, and with the Shadows by her side, she became feared, a silent nightmare to those who would stray from the lines.

The woman among the six Nightcrawlers stepped forward and responded after a bow, "my queen, the ceremony preparations are done." "Great… Call the necromancer…" she demanded. A few guards dragged a woman who was chained and threw her in front of the queen. She wore a black cloak and chained tied around her arms and legs. The necromancers joined the ceremony and waited for the woman to get up and help them. "Long time, No see! How are you, Elizabeth?" Asked the queen. The woman named Elizabeth glared at her and carried the same ice blue glowing eyes. "Finally, you called me. What made you call me up, Mother?" She gritted her teeth and sounded irritated.

I asked expectantly. “How about you find out after I give you a ride there?" He replied with a question. My insides tightened, and I clenched my toes. I held on to the back of his neck as we rode off into the night. We came to what seemed like a level grassland, only that it had flowers that were strangely shining in the moonlight. “What are they?" I asked as I watched them curiously. “Can I touch them?" “No. It's the Queen of the Night. They're poison."